They talked to him like a child
though they were his children
His mind was going fast
but that still killed him
And now they spoke of him like an object
And of his property, like it was theirs
He seemed confused not sure which face he should be making
He was already quite demented either that or he simply did not care
He wasn't always certain what he was fighting for
But he knew something horrible was coming
And now they talked about "nice places" more and more
And though they smiled a lot, behind their eyes he saw nothing
reaching through a sleepy state
passing through the blankets
flailing towards a warm heap
and ending up way past it
He didn't want to be a burden
But they wouldn't have heard him
Are life and death even really that different?
And in the morning
when he was to go his "new home"
he said he'd prefer to die like his wife
in this bed
And at first they tried words
And they started pulling him
and when they even hit him
he slit his own throat and he bled and he bled
And he pulled them in to stain their faces
And they were sure he'd really gone insane
But I'm not so sure
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